The Games of the XXI Olympiad are over. It is difficult to believe that we will not be glued to our TV this week. Olympic post partum depression is already settling in. The morning is not nearly as bright the day after the the flame goes out.
However, my blogs on Vancouver are far from over. Stay with me as I talk about trading pins, "Teaching NYC Kindergarteners a Lesson about Life and Sport," "Backseat Drivers and Monday morning Quarterbacks" (NOW titled A Musing: Allegory and one you will want to read for sure!), "Mardi Gras 24/7" and "What's Next?"
Right now, I am sad that the glow of the Olympic flame has been extinguished in Vancouver. But as our athlete moves out of the Village and back to his mortal life, we move on. Adieu, Vancouver! Merci beaucoup. We will be back. Now, on to Torino and Worlds. Ciao.